The Ex-husband Wants to Get Power Every Day After the Divorce

Chapter 13: The Thompson Family is Indeed Filthy Rich

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Thick smoke billowed, obscuring the ground.

Everyone was running out.

If Michael Gallagher was not afraid of fire, he would definitely be able to run out, but Michael Gallagher had a natural fear of fire. Once a fire broke out, it was difficult for him to escape.

Molly Walker grabbed a nearby tablecloth, dipped it in the fish tank, draped it over her body, and rushed upstairs.

Smelling the familiar smoke, Michael Gallagher stood at the door without moving.

His feet seemed to be nailed to the floor as he saw a tall figure rushing in through a daze.

The man anxiously grabbed his head.

“Michael, Michael…’

The man dragged him out.

Michael Gallagher closed his eyes, his throat was hoarse as he softly called a name.

Molly Walker’s body stiffened.

As she had guessed, Michael Gallagher couldn’t move when he saw the fire. This was his hidden weakness.

No matter what he was doing at the time, if he saw fire and felt the thick smoke, he would quickly lose consciousness, as if entering another world.

She discovered his hidden weakness during an accident. It was his first time driving her to the Gallagher family’s villa. On the way, a car caught fire, and

Michael Gallagher driving immediately froze, even forgetting to hit the brakes.

If it hadn’t been for her grabbing the steering wheel and crashing into the bushes on the side, both of them might have died.

From that day on, she found that Michael Gallagher never entered the kitchen and deliberately avoided anything related to fire.

Although she was curious, she never asked, for fear of being despised by Michael Gallagher.

But she always remembered that Michael Gallagher was afraid of fire.

At this moment, Michael Gallagher’s eyes were closed, but his body was convulsing.

With the thick smoke billowing, her eyes were stinging with tears.

Molly Walker gritted her teeth and dragged his body out.

One step

Another step…

From the room to the staircase, she used all her strength.

“Michael Gallagher, hang in there! Cough, cough…”

By Michael Gallagher’s ear, she shouted, “Michael Gallagher, if something happens to you, all your property will be mine!”

These words made Michael Gallagher’s eyelids flutter.

Seeing that it worked, Molly continued to provoke him, “When that happens, I’ll take your money, enjoy gourmet meals and drinks, support handsome young men, and reach the pinnacle of life.”

She quickly said all of that in one breath, and then continued to cover her mouth with a towel.

Finally, Michael Gallagher’s tightly closed eyes opened, and he coughed, “You dare! ”

Her rosy lips lifted, it turned out he cared about these things.

Thus, being unable to move when seeing fire was a psychological issue, as long as he was stimulated, he could overcome it.

Her eyes flickered, she patted his leg, “Can you stand?”

His leg burned inexplicably from her touch. Michael Gallagher frowned, lifted his leg slightly, but still couldn’t move.

He pushed her away and said softly, “You go quickly, don’t worry about me.” Molly looked outside, the entire first floor was shrouded in smoke, she couldn’t even see the door, let alone escape.

Furniture lay in disarray on the ground, blocking the way.

“There’s no way out,” Molly said with a desperate smile. “Michael Gallagher,

I’m not going to die with you, am I?”

“If I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have saved you.”

Michael Gallagher’s eyes opened wide at her sarcastic and cold mockery.

The man’s eyes appeared faintly red, and his gaze was ice-cold, filled with foggy light.

She spoke cruel words, but the mockery on her face didn’t show any fear.

She was beautiful, but her subtlety on ordinary days had concealed her beauty. Perhaps he had never truly seen her, just as he thought she would be timid, but he never expected her to save him.

He remembered that she was always outside the room and didn’t have to come in.

Ever since that incident, he had been afraid of fire. In the fire, he couldn’t feel the heat, but he felt cold all over. The doctor said it was a psychological problem, perhaps one day it would get better, or perhaps it would never improve.

But Molly Walker’s appearance ignited a small spark in his heart, bringing warmth to his body.

The sound of a fire alarm horn resounded outside the house, and the rescue team finally arrived.

Summoning strength from an unknown source, he forced himself to stand up with her help.

“I won’t let you die…”

Fighting the fear inside, he lifted his stiff legs and walked forward.

Just when Molly Walker breathed a sigh of relief, they heard a “crash” and the crystal chandelier on the ceiling began to fall one by one.

In the high heat, the crystal chandelier had become scorching hot, and each falling piece hit them, causing both burns and pain.

Michael Gallagher pulled her into his arms, letting out a muffled groan as he shielded her from the debris.

The man’s embrace was warm, steady, but akin to a tree struggling to support itself.

“Michael Gallagher, can you stand up? Can you walk?”

No one responded.

Suddenly, the weight on her increased.

“Michael Gallagher!” Molly held on to him, only to see his unconscious, tightly shut eyes.

Molly pulled him forward, sweat and thick smoke blurring her vision, but she had only one goal – to take Michael farther, as far as she could.

After what felt like an eternity, a hint of brightness finally entered the dark room.

Someone rushed in.

“There are people! There are still people!”

“Save them! ”

Molly smiled.

They were finally saved!

From the ambulance to the hospital, Molly remained conscious, clearly hearing others call her foolish.

“I heard she went in after the fact, just to save someone.”

“How foolish, Mr. Gallagher doesn’t even love her.”

Yeah, how foolish, Molly Walker.

Unable to express her feelings, she closed her eyes in self-mockery.

Finally, darkness took her.

She dreamt of her college days when she was just one of Michael’s sponsored students. After graduating, her jewelry designs had won awards abroad, and she declined offers from well-known foreign companies to work as a small designer for the Gallagher company as gratitude for their four-year sponsorship.

Back then, the Gallagher family’s designs were average, and she faced discrimination from others in the company. It was Michael who casually helped her, and she used her abilities to elevate the company’s Design Department to new heights.

From then on, he became her light.

When she woke up from her dream, it was morning and no one was around. Only a nurse was checking on her.

Molly sat up, telling the nurse, “I want to be discharged.”

The doctor strongly advised her to stay in the hospital, but no matter how much she thought about it, she didn’t want to remain there.

The hospital atmosphere was suffocating, constantly reminding her of her grandmother’s passing.

The cause of the fire at the Gallagher family’s villa was still under investigation.

Michael Gallagher was out of danger but still unconscious. Isabelle Richardson stayed by his side without moving, and even the news reported that Isabelle was Michael’s savior.

Not wanting to see the obviously fabricated news, Molly turned off her cell phone, hailed a taxi, and arrived at the Thompson family’s estate.

The Thompson family’s estate was vast, and it took half an hour to walk from the entrance to the residence.

The Gallagher family had a similarly large estate, but it was farther from downtown and not as big.

The Thompson family really was wealthy and powerful. Molly picked up her phone to call Joshua Thompson.

“You’re here?”

Having seen the news, Joshua’s tone became solemn. “Didn’t I tell you not to come?”

“I’m fine now, and since I promised you I’d come, I’ll keep my word.”

She hoped he would do the same.

Joshua sighed, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the Richardson family’s issues, just like I promised. Now, since you’re here, just stay still and I’ll come get you.”

“Okay.”

After hanging up, Molly stood still on the spot.

A group of people passed by her, dressed as servants, hurriedly running.

They seemed to be the Thompson family’s servants, anxiously looking for something as they ran.

“The lady has run off, we have to find her.”

“Where should we look in such a big place? If Mr. Thompson finds out, we’re done for..